"That old devil Wànjī wanted your core so badly, yet he never got it. Of course, he was afraid you would go mad. Everyone knows that if the renowned Mr. Cyber ran amok, even that Titan probably couldn't stop you. But struggling to keep yourself from becoming lost must be painful too, mustn't it? After all..."
"If even you forget, then the Cyber Civilization will truly cease to exist."
She whispered her temptations.
Like an evil spirit who could see straight into people's hearts.
But Sir Awen still wore a smile. Her words had not angered him, and he said:
"Everyone has a fate they must face. Unlike beings such as you, who have occupied divine thrones for so long, I am merely the keeper of our civilization's grave. However, our ascenders encountered you long ago while roaming the Higher Dimension. We admired your way of nature."
"Those memories remain. It is only the person who has changed."
The Mother Tree of Desire immediately chuckled.
"Yes, because all the gods cast down into Hell have gone mad. How else could they survive? Take me, for instance. I have become very fond of watching other people suffer. So I was thinking, if I worked with you, seeing you forget absolutely everything would surely be a wonderful thing too, Mr. Cy-"
Smack-
An exceptionally crisp sound rang out.
The Mother Tree of Desire's voice abruptly stopped, cut off on the spot.
"..."
A brief silence fell.
The next moment.
"Y-you bastard! P-put that paddle down! I was just talking! I wasn't really trying to turn against you! Don't come any closer... If you come any closer, I'll hit you!"
"Lynn, I'm warning you! I am a goddess, after all! If you dare treat me like this, don't blame me for giving you